For the decision made by Wei Wei, Fang Xing can understand. For a person who values feelings, it is normal to think about their friends when they cannot receive good treatment. It's just that considering the unknown process and the changes in the rebels' attack on Vivi, no matter how you look at it, this approach is unplanned.

But seeing Wei Wei's determined eyes, Fang Xing thought of his previous self, and he sighed, since he was powerless to change, then make some preparations by himself.

"Let's go to the rainland." Fang Xing said.

"Why, to go to that place?" Vivi was confused. Although the Rainland is known as the dream city of Alabastan, it is actually the stronghold of Klokdal, and it would be too arbitrary to go there like this.

"Don't you think that confronting it can make some tricks seem powerless than dodging?"

"Trickery?" Vivi asked curiously. Although she roughly understood the hidden meaning of Fang Yan's words, she pretended not to know. Because Fang Xing's intention was nothing more than to question Kosha, and the facts along the way also proved that most of his predictions were accurate, but she didn't want to believe it.

"And if you leave like this, what will the rebels do, you can't just leave it alone." Vivi continued. The reason she had come to find Kosha was to wait for him to wake up and stop the rebels, and if she left now, it would be a waste of all her work. And the rebels are the people of Alabastan after all, and if they are left unattended, who knows what will happen and how many people will die.

"Don't worry, I've got an idea about this, so leave it to me." Fang Xing said confidently.

Looking at Fang Xing's confident appearance, Wei Wei actually chose to believe it in her heart, but she still showed a hesitant look.

At this time, Fang Xing continued: "Juba is the crossroads of Alabastan, and in the surrounding cities, the rain is relatively close. Regardless of the rest, when it comes to supplies alone, it is necessary to visit this city. Fang Xing added, "You can take this as a reason." ”

Wei Wei was slightly stunned, a smile appeared on her face, she knew that Fang Xing was comforting her and telling her not to think too much. She quipped, "Can you still understand that?" ”

Fang Xing spread his hands and didn't give an affirmative answer, but just said, "Maybe." ”

With that, he left the place, ready to carry out the plan. The idea he spoke of was not a façade, but an idea that was actually conceived.

In fact, there wasn't much time left for him. Because he still didn't know how the rebels had found them, his mind was sharp, but he couldn't see anything from this kind of clueless place.

In that case, take the speed.

Fang Xing first memorized the direction and magnetic field of this place, and then walked a little farther away from their resting place.

This is a windward outlet, and there is not a lot of wind and sand in the desert, and after a while, a hurricane blows. Fang Xing familiarly caught the wind drifting past him, and turned into wings like the color of desert. The wings of the wind fluttered violently, making a loud noise downward, enough to show the irascible power on them. However, this irascible force was under Fang Xing's control, like his hands and feet, carrying him up in the air, and the direction he was heading was the rebel camp.

The oasis of Yuba, a humble city with almost only the name of glory, is now being destroyed even the buildings that represent the original glory, and the scene is in chaos.

"What are you guys doing!"

"Stop!"

The sound of resistance came to mind, and there were signs of fighting on a local scale. Hundreds of thousands of rebel troops have accumulated in this city, creating contradictions.

One of the small-scale contradictions.

"Temples, what are you doing!" An ordinary-looking man shouted.

And the protagonist of his screaming, that is, Demps, one of the pawns arranged by the Baroque Workshop in the rebel army, replied faintly: "Destruction." ”

When the man saw Demps's attitude, he immediately raised his already high voice a few points, "You're destroying our residence!" Do you know? Bastard! ”

Demps nodded in understanding, which made it extremely manly!

"Then why did you do that?"

"Isn't this nonsense? The leader of Kosha has been kidnapped by the King's army, and we are guarding this building and waiting to die? Getting the boss back is what we're going to do! Others must have thought the same way. Demps said logically.

This statement silenced the people around him. The leader was taken away, and even if he died, the body should be taken back. But they turned a blind eye to the development of the situation. No matter how you look at it, it's not a person.

"But what does this have to do with you destroying the building? You're just throwing our army into chaos, and you're not going to be able to do anything to the King's army! ”

"Of course, it can't be a blow." "It's just that without this shelter, we can realize that we are rebels!" We and the King's Army are in a life-and-death situation, and resting here can only wait for death! We are rebels with no place to live! ”

Demps's words silenced those present once again. Because his words undoubtedly sounded the alarm bell for them, because of the loss of the relationship between the chief, in fact, many people have retreated, after all, not everything has to fight to the death, they can actually take a more tactful approach, such as fleeing to a neighboring country. But Demps's words reminded them that no matter how difficult the escape process was, it was impossible for the country to accept them like this, and that they were rebels with no place to live, and that the only way to fight awaited them was to fight.

Reconciliation? Go to his reconciliation and don't see the king when using dancing powder, thinking about their life and death!

In fact, Demps was definitely a good speaker among bounty hunters in terms of his status as a speaker, and he looked at the rebels who already had an idea, and showed a somewhat satisfied look. In this innumerable uproar caused by members of the Baroque work community, he definitely resolved it with the speed of the most front.

However, this satisfaction did not last long, and an old man emerged from the crowd.

"What stupid are you talking about!" The old man shouted, looking emaciated, but none of the rebels showed disrespect.

Because in this place of Juba, there were two great people, one was the leader of Kosha, and the other was the father of the leader of Kosha, "Doto". And the emaciated old man in front of him is none other than Doto.

With a wave of his slender arms, Doto leaped through the crowd in a furious manner, and out of respect, the rebels retreated in an orderly manner, allowing Doto to step into the middle of the crowd.

"What stupid things are you talking about! How could the King's Army do such a thing! The king I remember couldn't have done that kind of thing! "Doto is adamant.

Demps maintained a pleasant appearance, although he wanted to deal with the old man, but in the face of such a large number of rebels, he did not dare to do such a thing.

"People change, how do you know that the king will always be the same. It was because he used dancing powder that we all lost the right to live that we would resist, wouldn't we? ”

Doto didn't even hesitate, and immediately replied: "That must be a false accusation!" The king can't be that kind of person, even if my stupid son gathers you, he will be attacked by someone with a heart, and then blame the king! ”

Doto remembered fondly that the kind king, the king who fought for the people, and it was because of this king that he left the kingdom of Albana and came to Juba to build a city, and he always believed this.

Demps scolded inwardly, "This damn wise old man! "No matter what you think, the fact that the leader of Kosha was taken away by the King's army and was attacked and stabbed by Vivi will not change. ”

Doto blushed, he didn't believe what Demps had said, but he couldn't find any place to refute it, just as he couldn't get the rebels out of here, because once they did, they had nowhere to return.

"Uncle Doto, you just leave first, let me take care of it here." A man familiar with the leader of Kosha said to Doto.

"But," said Doto, as if he wanted to say something, but could not say it.

Demps looked at Doto worriedly, because his words had caused the team that had been biased towards him to hesitate again, and if he was saying something, he didn't know what the situation would be.

"Alright, take the father of the Kosha leader out of here." Demps said, especially emphasizing the word father, in fact, to show that the father of the leader of Kosha was never the leader of Kosha, and there was no need to hesitate for him.

However, the heavens seemed to have started a joke with him, and another accident immediately came.

Juba, who was originally under the scorching sun, the strong sunlight on the ground, was suddenly blocked by the slightest shade. This shade is like a black silk thread, pouring into this land full of light. The restless rebels noticed this, and more and more people stared at the glare of the sun and raised their heads, and a faint voice appeared in the sky above, followed by a wind wing like a desert storm.

"What's that?" Someone asked.

"It looks like a human." There is humanity.

"How is that possible! How can a person stay in the air. A rebuttal was raised.

However...

"But that's a person!" A man in sunglasses said for sure, but there was something strange in his tone, which was exactly what he couldn't believe. The desert sky was rarely cloudy, and through his sunglasses, he could clearly capture the scene above the desert. It was definitely a figure, but could it be called a human? Is it a god that the desert storm, known as the killer of the desert, tangibly surrounds him and forms wings like the wings of a bird, and the light of the sky is obscured by it? He didn't know, and he couldn't be sure, because he had never seen God. But he knew that this was no ordinary person.

The figure was just the one who had come here, and he was floating in the air, the wings formed by the desert storm were left behind him, and the light of the sky was mostly blocked by it, and he was like a god who could control everything, looking indifferently at the dense black dots on the ground, and declared, "It is I who have taken your leader." ”

Driven by Fang Xing's ability, this sound resounded throughout the land of Juba, making the black spots under the entire earth like an exploding ant nest, agitated.

"What!"

"Didn't someone say that the leader of Kosha was taken away by the King's army? Who the hell is he? ”

"Could it be that that person is the King's Army? Now you're coming to crusade against us? ”

Speculation resounded one after another in the rebel army, and almost all the rebel troops were at a loss, but there were some people who were not at a loss but angry. They are members of the Baroque Workshop, and they see that this plan is about to succeed, but they are destroyed by such a person who has just appeared, this is simply a meat fly to the mouth, and there is nothing more aggrieved than this.

Before he could continue to speak, there were many ups and downs.

"That man is from the King's Army, everyone shoots him together!"

This is the counterattack of the Baroque workers, as hundreds of millions of elders, bounty hunters who have been working in bounty work for a long time, are very good at this. Although they couldn't see Fang Xing's appearance clearly from this distance, and they couldn't understand who he was, there was one thing they knew, it was definitely not their group, otherwise they wouldn't have torn down their walls. And before he does anything else, it is enough to convince the rebels as a whole that he is the King's Army.

The position Fang Xing was standing at the moment was not high, only about a hundred meters, which was the distance that the bullets could reach.

Under a series of voices, those who got close raised their guns one after another, and pulled the trigger, and a rain of barrages swept in like a beehive. And Fang Xing just waved his hand, and the storm wings behind him, with yellow sand, and infinite might, just brought these bullets back together, and swept away the rebel army below. With just a slight sweep, it brought up hundreds of rebels below. Although this amount is only a drop in the bucket for the rebel army. But it brought them visual shock, at least no one dared to act rashly anymore.

After the scene quieted down, Fang Xing said, "Your leader is not dead, at least for now, and I will take your leader to the rain land, if you have the guts, come ahead!" ”

With that, he walked straight away in the sky. No one stopped him from getting into the sky, and hundreds of thousands of rebels could only choose to wait and see.

"He said the leader wasn't dead, he was still in his hands! What to do? Is it true or fake? ”

The whole scene almost fell into a confused situation.

"Kosha... Hm. Doto muttered as if to something, and walked back, digging for the water source in search of that glimmer of hope.

“... Damn it! Demps said inwardly, he knew the mission had failed! This sound seemed to all the rebels who were still confused, but after the confusion, their direction would only be aimed at the rain. This is the opposite of going to Albana, the royal capital, in the mission, and is a complete failure. He restrained his expression, not letting his irritability come out, and said to the other rebels, "What should I do? Do you really believe what the unknown person said? ”

"I don't believe it, but when he says that, I want to go to the Rainland, after all, the Rainland still has Lord Klockdahl who shelters us, and maybe in the hands of that Lord, we will find a way to live." Someone said.

The trend of the rebel army as a whole is also generally developing in this direction.